Don Raffae

My name is Pasquale Cafiero
and I'm Brigadier of the prison oinè
my name is Cafiero Pasquale
I'm in Poggioreale since the '53
and the hundred bolt
the evening I feel like a rag
Fortunately at the special arm
There is a brilliant man who speaks with me.
All day with four low-lifes
robbers, pimps, horned and lackey
at all time with this stinking people
spitting threat and who seize with me
but in the end I sit down papal
I unbuttoned and I read the newspaper
I counsel with Don Raffaè
he explains what I think and we drink'the coffee.
Ah, that nice coffee
only in jail they know how to make it
with the recipe that to Cicirinella
cellmate gave him his mothers.

Headlines twenty news
twenty injustices and the State what does it do
is dismayed, indignant, undertakes
then throws in the towel with great dignity.
I racks his brains. I wipe my forehead
Fortunately, there is who answers me
to the man selected and immense
I ask consent to Don Raffaè.
A gentleman who holds six children
asked a house and give him advice
Councillor God forgive him
inside a caravan there breeding mink.
You get just one move, a voice
because this `Christ lifts our cross.
With respect, now it's three o clock
do you want the juice or do you want the coffee?
Ah, that nice coffee
only in jail they know how to make it
with the recipe that to Cicirinella
cellmate gave him his mothers.
Ah, that nice coffee
only in jail they know how to make it
with the recipe that to Cicirinella
cellmate exactly as his mother's.

Here there is inflation, devaluation
and the bourse has it who he has it
I did not keep a compendium on my salary
if it is lottery game if I dream dad
Add my daughter Innocenza
she wants an husband, she doesn't have patience
I do not ask for the grace for myself
do I shave you or do by yourself?
You hold a camel coat
that at the maxi-trial you were the most beautiful,
a brown pinstripe suit
so it seemed on TV
for this wedding please Excellence
lend it to me to make presence
I already take your shoes and the vest
like the Campari or like the coffee
Ah, that nice coffee
only in jail they know how to make it
with the recipe that to Cicirinella
cellmate gave him his mothers.
Ah, that nice coffee
only in jail they know how to make it
with the recipe that to Cicirinella
cellmate exactly as his mother's.

Here there is no room decor, the prisons of gold
but who ll'ha never seen before, who knows
these are crumbling and smelling
they held immunity for themselves
Don Raffaè you politically
I swear it you would be a saint
but you have to pay inside here
and outside the others are celebrating.
By the way, I have a Brother
that since fifteen years is unemployed
he has taken fifty competitions
ninety applications and two hundred complaints
you give comfort and work
Your Eminence, I kiss you and I beg you
he is sleeping with mom and with me
wthat a cream of Arabia is this coffee.